Chapter 1252

"This…"

For a moment, Perozichia didn't know what to say.

Should she be glad that Lin Cheng has now become an eighth-rank Forgemaster, or should she feel it's a pity that he failed to become a chef, robbing the culinary world of a rising new star?

"Uh… seems like both are kind of right."

Why doesn't Master Lin Cheng play by the rules? At this rate, how is he ever going to get to the main point?

"Is Your Highness feeling unwell? Where are your attendants? Hurry and have them help you back to your room to rest. It's cold at night — catching a chill would be bad for you." Lin Cheng appeared to be concerned about Perozichia's physical condition, yet his slightly puffed cheeks betrayed the laughter he was holding back.

Go ahead and keep pretending — you think some old man like me is someone you can fool? Whatever your purpose is, take this mental blow from me first!

"No, no, Master Lin Cheng, I know my own body. Actually, I have a matter I need to discuss with you."

"Oh? What matter?" Lin Cheng feigned ignorance, asking despite already knowing the answer.

Princess Perozichia shot Lin Cheng a look, knowing he was putting on an act, but she had no choice but to play along — after all, he was the one who had pretended it was a chance encounter first.

"I hope Master can forge a weapon for me. I have brought detailed blueprints and am willing to offer Breathing Earth as payment."

Lin Cheng kept a composed expression on the surface, but the slight lift at the corner of his eye betrayed him.

According to legend, a divine-grade material that grows infinitely upon contact with water — its value rivals even the seeds of the Faith Godtree. It can be said that possessing even a tiny bit of Breathing Earth is enough to create an entirely new continent.